Thoughts On A Winter’s Evening

Winter. Not long gone 4 pm yet, all is dark. Wind cuts like a knife. People hurry, collars turned up against the icey blast.

Home beccons. Central heating warms, hot drinks revive, but what can unfreeze the shrivelled soul inside?

	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
	V.M.Sang on Table Dancing
	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
	K Morris Poet on Indifference

K Morris – Poet